Strip Tease (Chapter 8)

Most of Japan lay in smoldering ruin. Toe prints nearly a mile wide each stamped craters over every province like a piece of Swiss cheese. The coastlines sunk toward the water after a thorough trampling by soft yet firm, muscular soles developed over dozens of hours of pole-dancing. Mountains were smushed down to a fine powder courtesy of a certain giant stripper’s earth-pulverizing crystal heels. At the northern tip of the islanded nation, the newfound world’s most famous stripper Jessica Lynn, or Bella Bombshell to her adoring micro-public, took a break to observe her handiwork. It was tricky to see it all through the smoke, but the long-legged blonde amazon savored witnessing the variety of enormous naked footprints and slanted high-heel canyons broken into the very crust of the planet thanks to her confident strides.

            She was satisfied with her playtime as a substitute Godzilla. In fact, the teeny-tiny Japanese citizens below really ought to be grateful, she decided. At least the “monster” about to crush them was someone as beautiful as Jessica. Surely her feet were much more appealing than a humongous lizard’s, with her deep arches and adorable sole-wrinkles and slender ambidextrous toes. All things considered, the stripper thought, she’d done them a kindness. Customers at the Vegas strip club used to shell out hundreds of dollars a night just for a close-up peek at her luscious body in all its golden-tanned glory, complemented by her glimmering platform heels and fluid acrobatics. All these people down below were instead getting that same show for free, albeit right before they were squished into oblivion beneath Jessica’s titanic heels and toes, but nevertheless, the girl was sure this was a bargain.

            While studying the devastation below, and just when the hundred-mile stripper was starting to wonder where in the world she ought to “visit” next, her fingers idly toyed with the amulet still dangling from her neck. Jessica was so enraptured with the intricate beauty of the remains below, and the powerful sight of her colossal footprints stamped and smeared atop it all, she became distracted, as though her gaze had caught on a particularly gorgeous diamond in a shop window. She was so lost, excited and thrilled, even stirred in the nethers by her raw deific might, that before Jessica knew it, she’d re-activated the curious growth-granting gemstone. Her body glowed, tingled from the core, then the incredible process resumed.

            Trembling in anticipation of her upcoming new height, the statuesque stripper embraced the change and stared at the ground, wanting a direct comparison of her size. Since Jessica had never been much of a math brain, it was becoming difficult to tell exactly “how” tall she was, and where she stood in relation to this big blue world called Earth, which suddenly seemed much less big by comparison. Her only way to measure it was by planting her bare foot next to her previous footprint, made clean and clear in the Japanese soil, as easily as if she’d pressed her sole into wet cement, rather than a civilization full of miniature cities and innocent people. Squinting one hundred miles down to the remaining crumbles of the country she’d walloped to paste, Jessica watched as her foot began to outgrow the already-tremendous canyon shape she’d stamped into the ground. Her long toes stretched past the oval crater, gleefully dancing and scrunching, while her bare heel cruised through another mountainous range.

            As her foot, along with the rest of her body, doubled in size, the towering stripper could feel entire forests tickling in the fleshy grooves of her sole’s wrinkles. Whole swaths of trees and woodland massaged those tender lines of skin where the foot’s meaty underbelly folded and flexed. Ocean water leaked in from the coast, thanks to Jessica’s increasing weight crushing Japan closer to sea level, and washed in between the cracks and soothed the woman’s tired feet like the first stage of a pedicure. It was just unfortunate there wasn’t enough paint on Earth now to decorate her shiny toenails for a little make-over. Luckily, Jessica still knew some ways to have fun, especially now that she was two hundred miles tall, and still growing.

            “I think that’s enough of you people for now. Thanks for having me!” Jessica boomed to the ravaged country below her feet. She giggled, waved goodbye, then turned to face her remaining global public.

            Having smashed Japan to smithereens using her naked feet, the giantess elected to slide back into her crystal heels for her next voyage. Plus, it would keep her feet from getting any dirtier while she played. One at a time, she eased her dexterous toes along the curved inner glass slopes like Cinderella, smudging her soles down the incline and bringing her heels to rest at the apex, right above the earth-stabbing spire of the shoes.

            As she leaned over to inspect her footwear, now that it was granting her an additional dozen miles of height, Jessica could see all the crumbled micro-cities and ecosystems through the translucent architecture of her shoes. She could barely even see the flesh of her sole, as it was so thickly covered in leafy forestry and silver city-dust. Since the debris was compressed between her supple skin and hardy crystal heel, everything she’d stepped on merged in color and texture, like smushed cake frosting, even though it in fact represented hundreds of miles of once-prosperous land across the destroyed nation.

            “Hmm. I better clean that out later,” Jessica said to herself. She grinned again, then raised her voice so almost everyone on the planet could hear. “I don’t want people to think my shoes are gross, you know! They’re usually nice and clean, just like me. These are the most expensive pair I could find in the mall! And now, they’re also the biggest. So, it’s only right they look beautiful and perfect as can be, also just like me, before you get to meet them for yourselves!”

            Happily, Jessica set off across the Pacific Ocean. Due to the height of her heels, and her ever-growing body, the stripper didn’t even have to touch a single toe to the churning saltwater below. The wedged platforms of her sky-high shoes held her far above the planet’s surface like a floating island. They took up entire leagues of space at a time, crashing right to the ocean floor, and sending out typhoons in every direction whenever Jessica so much as tipped her foot forward in the puddle. Any cruise ships and battle vessels floating in her watery path saw only what appeared to be a pair of world-consuming bare feet floating invisibly ten miles over the sea, like a descending angel, before they were plunged deep into the briny depths by the unseen blockade of her falling crystal treads.